Beseech The Devil

.Su Ming's look has not changed, sitting calmly under the mist of the heavens and the earth, although the fog seems to be slightly thin, but because of the spread of endless scope, can not see the end, can not help but give people a fog sense. Chinese website

    This unique weather has never been seen by Su Ming. He has been in Wushan for more than ten years, except for the early morning, when there is very little fog, not to mention the fog that covers the world today.

    "The day of the creation of the ancient world…"Su Ming bowed his head, his long hair covering his face, sitting there motionless, as if he were going to sleep again.

    lordMaster, the day of creation, is the time when Three Tribes opened the Hanshan City channel, and now the time is too late." ”He Feng hesitated, or whispered to open mouth.

    Su Ming didn't talk until half an hour passed. When the fog between the heavens and the earth was thicker, Su Ming looked up. He slowly stood up from the knees and stood on the top of the mountain. His hair was blown by the breeze. Moving, dancing behind the head, revealing a faint scar on his face.

    Looking at the fog between the heavens and the earth, Su Ming reached into her arms with her right hand. When she came out, she appeared in Su Ming's hand with a black gown and replaced her original pleated shirt. From the Bag of holding, Take out another item again.

    This thing, it is the black mask, put this mask on the face.

    At the moment the mask was worn, Su Ming's breath suddenly changed, and if it was not, even if it was not carefully felt, it would be difficult to detect it. The mask was dark, which made Su Ming look like a whole person.

    I couldn't see his expression, I couldn't see his look. Only the coldly indifferent of the bottle eyes was revealed from the booth eyes of this mask. Coupled with the current Su Ming black robes, long hair and head are hidden in the robes, but this sensational mask is a mysterious feeling outside, floating.

    He Feng looked at Su Ming at the moment, and he didn't know why. Su Ming, who always felt like this, seemed to have seen it somewhere, but before he could think about it, Su Ming walked forward.

    At the time of coming, Su Ming's speed, although not fully developed, but also used the time of the recent months to go back, in this vast fog, Su Ming only used for six days!

    In six days, he returned to the Hanshan City from this retreat, although not yet to Hanshan City, but not far away.

    This road is coming, the fog of the heavens and the earth is getting thicker and thicker. At this moment, you can't see the place too far away. All of them are full of fog. In this misty day, the birds and beasts are reclusive, and they dare not go out.

    The whole earth was silent, and only the sound of the whistling sound of Su Ming was the only sound in the vicinity.

    It took another three days for Su Ming to go to Hanshan City and gallop. The speed is fast, and He Feng has already made a lot of guesses.

    Three days later, Su Ming stood for the first time he went to the mountain where Hanshan City was located. He looked at Hanshan City, which was looming in the fog, and three peaks around him, Su Ming eyes flash, facing An Dong Tribe. The peak, went.

    The peak of An Dong Tribe is covered in fog, but it only covers the periphery. The inside is thin and can be seen slightly.

    This mountain is very large, towering over the earth, coupled with the fog at the moment, so that people look at the foot of the mountain, there is a kind of small feelings of their own, Su Ming stands under the An Dong Tribe mountain peak, raising the head looking at the half a mile, in In front of him, there is a step that is ten feet wide and spreads to the top of the mountain.

    This is the only way to An Dong Tribe.

    "I missed the appointment with Fang Mu, only here."Su Ming regained his gaze and lowered his head and walked toward the steps.

    Just as he stepped on the footsteps of this An Dong Tribe mountain peak, a powerful pressure came down. This pressure was not released by Man Cultivator, but the whole peak was under pressure. At the same time, one The majestic voice slowly came out of the mountain.

    "The comer stops! I am An Dong closed in January and declined all visitors! ”

    Su Ming stopped and looked calm. Looking at the steps leading up to the top of the mountain, he could feel the pressure of coming. There is an unquestionable majesty. If it is against this pressure, it is like An Dong Tribe is an enemy.

    "Master…We are still leaving. This is the power of An Dong Tribe's Guardian Man-Totem, which covers the entire mountain. At this moment, An Dong Tribe is sure to guard the strictness of the eternal life, and no one is allowed to come…

    We still don't want to be hard…If the Master wants to enter the channel of Hanshan City, the villain has a way to reach the Master's wish. ”He Feng hurryed to open mouth, he clearly knows the power of the Three Tribes in Laoshan. If he changes it, he will never come here, but in other ways, he will enter the Lushan Passage.

    "Master don't take risks, here…I can’t. ”He Feng saw Su Ming ignored himself and quickly went to open mouth again. He was afraid that Su Ming was young and had insufficient experience to go to An Dong Tribe. In his opinion, it was simply something that didn’t make any sense. Not to mention, it is even more likely to anger An Dong Tribe, not worth the candle.

    Su Ming was silent, and after a long time, he took back the look of the mountain.

    "I have my own decision."Su Ming slowly to open mouth, lifted his foot and walked toward the stairs.

    In the moment when his second time fell, the mountain seemed to rumbled, and the majestic voice came out again.

    "The hard-boiler, abolish Cultivation, drive out Lushan, and look at it!"

    The pressure of this pressure gradually dissipated, but the pressure from this mountain, but it is so fast, so that the fog around it is retreating.

    "Master!"He Feng didn't understand, was about to persuade, but Su Ming's footsteps had once again stepped out and followed the steps of the mountain.

    He Feng doesn't understand Su Ming. In He Feng's thoughts, it is the best way to sneak into the Lushan Pass. This is related to his identity. He does not want to be completely exposed, adding more trouble to himself.

    But Su Ming didn't think so. The Three Tribes in Laoshan, holding Hanshan City for hundreds of years, has not been known for many times. This kind of thing, with the defense between Three Tribes, if there is no fixed number, is impossible.

    Not only are the numbers fixed, they are even more likely to know each other. As a result, once there are people who don’t know each other, they will be besieged by everyone in the place where they sit.

    Once this happens, it will become the enemy of Three Tribes, and this hidden behavior must be worse than Su Ming's now An Dong Tribe, especially after being discovered, it is equal to sending himself to the road. Even if you can escape, even if there is a mask to hide the true identity, it is inevitable that there is a possibility of being detected.

    This is the adventure!

    He Feng can choose this way. After all, he had a deal with Han Feizi before, and it was the only tribesmen that Han Mountain Tribe had stabbed. He knew that there were other ways to enter the sitting place. No one would be surprised, but Su Ming is an outsider after all. If he chooses this road, it is too dangerous.

    "It’s not as good as it is to go there and go out and risk it."Su Ming eyes flash, with a decision, standing in the same place, his breathes deeply, toward the top of the mountain, his voice.

    “Mo came to visit An Dong Tribe Patriarch.”

    His words thundered, spread all around, and spread to the top of the mountain, forming a large number of echoes, which did not linger for a long time.

    Time passed slowly, the pressure of this mountain suddenly disappeared, Su Ming smiled slightly, lifted his footsteps, walked up, stepping over the steps step by step.

    An Dong Tribe, a medium tribes, has a lot of tribesmen, which is surrounded by mountains. Su Ming came along and saw a lot of An Dong Tribe tribesmen. These people looked at Su Ming one by one, but they didn't stop.

    This mountain accurately said that there is no mountain, at the top of the mountain, it is flat, such as the mountain is cut off, surrounded by buildings, surrounded by a medium tribes in the mountains.

    At the mountainside, there are also large open spaces, and some buildings are built on the hills, like the gongs to the top of the mountain.

    And here is obviously not the only tribal land of An Dong Tribe, standing here, through the fog outside the mountain, you can vaguely see that there are such places on the distant peaks.

    In front of Su Ming's, standing a teenager, it was Fang Mu. After he saw Su Ming, he was a glimpse. He had never seen Su Ming's sincerely. He saw this mask and hesitated.

    “Senior Mo?”Fang Mu took a step back and looked at Su Ming, and he looked alert.

    "Take the way."Su Ming's hoarse voice came out. When he heard this voice, Fang Mu gave a sigh of relief, his face was respectful and he bowed to Su Ming.

    "Predecessors, you said last time that I will go to find you after half a year, but after I went, you are not…"Fang Mu said to Su Ming's grievance while leading the way.

    "Some things have delayed the time, so I came directly to you An Dong Tribe this time."Su Ming voiced with a smile, watching An Dong Tribe's tribesmen and the strange architecture, and could not help but think of Wushan.

    Along the way, many tribesmen greeted Fang Mu, full of goodwill, but when they looked at Su Ming, they were coldly indifferent.

    Under Su Ming's observation, he saw that there were a lot of Man Cultivator in the tribesmen of this An Dong Tribe, and the number of people who reached the Blood Condensation Realm Seventh Layer exceeded that of Fengzhen.

    After a short period of time, under the introduction and guidance of Fang Mu, Su Ming came to a loft built in the mountain. This loft is more than ten feet tall, with Third Rank, magnificent, far one. Look like a huge beast skull, just like a roaring sky.

    "My father is inside, he asked me to pick up the seniors…"Outside the attic, Fang Mu stopped and hesitated a moment and whispered to Su mouth.

    "Predecessors, my aunt is back…She is the day."Fang Mu had not finished waiting, and immediately passed a man’s coldness from the attic.

    Fang Mu spoke a bit, and sneered back a few steps.

    "Brother Mo, children are rude, don't mind, please come in."From this attic, a middle-aged man who looks a little similar to Fang Mu is smiling at Su Ming. .

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